Selective Righteousness
Many speak up when they’re asked
About their views on gays
The sheep recite the Bible verses
That they seem to praise
They talk about how God has said
That being gay is wrong
They say it’s written, black and white
And so they feel quite strong
But also there in black and white
It says to love all those
Who you consider “enemy”
To love all who oppose
It also says in black and white
To not be jealous of
What your neighbor has amassed
Instead, to show them love
In black and white it says forgive
And walk the extra mile
It says to not allow anything
To upset or rile
It says “Fear not, for I’m with you”
And yet those who oppose
Homosexuality
Ignore much of this prose
Selective righteousness, they pick
And choose what comes with ease
They passionately stand by scripture
That the herd does please
But anything that comes with effort
Pain or sacrifice
Swallowing of pride or ego
Simply won’t suffice
And so the Christians who think “gay”
Is wrong will honk their horns
In traffic when another driver
Frustrates them or scorns
They’ll see a comrade’s gain as something
They wish was for them
They’ll say “So happy for you” while
Inside they just condemn
They’ll claim to follow “Prince of Peace”
But try to shatter love
That one man has for another
In name of Lord above
They’ll look on two women who love
Each other with pure hearts
And all they’ll see’s anatomy
The human private parts
They see not souls and spirits, just
The vessels which expire
They do not realize within
Is energy much higher
They’s prisoners of dying flesh
To bones that bend and break
And they are terrified of those
Who are now wide awake
They’re threatened by the ones who see
Above, beyond, more deep
Because they followed their hearts and
No longer act like sheep
For those that pick and choose by what
Is easiest to follow
This Warrior has something bitter
That you must now swallow:
Your Prince of Peace, your King of Kings
Preached to just let it go
And He would be ashamed of you
To see the grief and woe
That you spread with your ignorance
Your lack of sight and feel
Your inability to recognize
A love that’s real
Go ahead and pick and chose
What will test you the least
Keep following just the scripture
Spouted by your priest
Immerse yourself in just what works
For sake of ease and pleasure
Follow just the lines that come
With no effort, just leisure
But one day death will come for you
And it will all make sense
The fading of your mortal body
Makes the truth intense
And you will come to see how silly
It was to judge those
Who simply had same genitals
Underneath all their clothes
~Miro
